I generally don’t care what people think or say.
In fact, I’m a pretty stubborn bastard, and though I listen to other people’s opinions (sometimes to a fault) I tend to beat my own path through the junglie of life.
But some people are just constant annoyances, always badgering about shit that’s none of their bidness. Like, get your own life, motherfecker.
Listen, I have a lot of friends. Female ones, too. I go out with them often. So yeah, you’ll see me out with girls.
The problem is this. Some niggers just don’t seem to have sex lives of their own, and like to live vicariously through others. Like, how you gonna ask me if I “fecked that item I was with” the other day?
How you gonna ask me “kana chainaka here” or if she broke my bones? How the feck do you speculate on “how hard I hit it” or “kanenge kanochemerera“? How the feck?
You don’t know WHO I’m with, or WHERE she came from, but automagically assume I’m such a playa I *gots* to be hittin’ that. Like, what the feck?
Listen, people. Some of y’all need to get your own damn lives, and have the decency and respect to keep your conversations to soccer or Gideon Gono or Obama or whatever other mundane shit we have in common. You don’t know me!
I’ve cooked up a word for some of these niggers. Hater-osexuals. Cos they ain’t having any sex of their own, so they gots to hate on those who are.
But just in case the boundaries aren’t clear to anyone, let me simplify this shit.
If I don’t know your surname (and vice versa), you are not my friend.
Get back motherfecker, you don’t know me like that.